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[ the job in austria was supposed to be easy.

a man by the name of bren weisman was holed up somewhere in northern gmünd with a list containing the names and locations of at least three hundred known overwatch sympathizers and conspirators. once talon caught wind of the situation, they dispatched ten ( very capable ) agents to a rural farmhouse just north of schrems to retrieve the information, all of them heavily armed with assault rifles, incendiaries, and ballistic armor.

twenty-four hours later, nine out of ten of those agents were dead, and the only man left alive would never walk again. they were attacked by a ghost, was what he said when backup forces arrived to haul his broken body from the burning farmhouse. they were set up. he only saw the one guy, but there had to have been more, it was dark, he couldn't see very well, it all happened so fast and there had to have been at least two other guys or three or four or blah blah blah blah blah.

not so easy, after all.

now it's three days on since jack morrison single-handedly wrecked the shit out of a highly trained squad of ruthless killers and criminals, and reaper has wasted almost half his week following him across the country. from schrems to villach, jack has evaded two of his traps, leading him on a wild goose chase through city streets and subway tunnels, across open fields and into thick woodland ( he's still picking leaves and thistles out of his jacket ), all for one tiny sliver of a disk drive. unbelievable.

but the chase is winding to a close, finally. reaper has jack pinned inside a decrepit building in an abandoned sector of innsbruck. half the city was destroyed years ago during the omnic crisis, and all that's left now is rubble and ash and large brick warehouses with boarded windows all spray painted with the words "keep out" in german.

well, fuck that. he tries the door. locked. shocker. he could easily phase through the building in a cloud of smoke and ash, but that's exactly what jack would expect him to do.

so he very tactically kicks the fucking door down instead. ]

Knock, knock.

[ honey, i'm home. ]

[For as much trouble as he's given Talon and their pet mercenary over the past few days, 76 knows that he's running out of time and options. He can only go so far, cross through so many towns before he has to come to a stop and make a stand. There's no evading Reaper's traps forever, so he makes the executive decision to come to a stop and beat him at his own game.

He chooses the warehouse because it's defensible. If he makes it there first (which he does), he can buy himself some time. Turn the whole place into a huge pain in the ass for Reaper. Maybe he's pinned, sure, but he's not down yet, and he isn't going to make this easy.

Parts of the second floor have long since decayed into the first, providing him with a sort of precarious rafter system that he's certainly going to use to his advantage. He's given himself the high ground and is staking out, expecting his opponent to phase through the wall.

So the noise of the door crumpling under the boot of an enhanced individual is almost surprising. If 76 were a little less in control of himself, his itchy trigger finger might betray him. For now, however, he moves--quickly and quietly, following the sound of footsteps and looking to get Reaper in his line of sight.]

Edited 2016-08-09 01:51 (UTC)

[ only part of reaper is pissed that jack forced him on a three day chase through the entire country of austria. equal parts pissed and equal parts impressed, really, because jack may be old but he's still as innovative ( and such a pain in the ass ) as ever.

what really pisses him off is that he made him come to innsbruck. the austrian tourist city was nestled between two valleys, and it was one of the first cities overwatch had marched in to defend during the early stages of the omnic crisis. it was beautiful, back then, with white granite castles dating back to the 10th century and university students of all ages milling about the charming cobblestone streets. there was even a lovely view of the mountains to the south.

and because of those mountains, innsbruck had been nearly impossible to hold. half the city was destroyed before overwatch — led by reyes — pushed the omnics back into the mountains, and then blew the pass to stop them from returning. it worked. it also sparked an avalanche that buried another portion of the city beneath rubble and snow.

innsbruck is a shithole now.

fuck innsbruck.

reaper steps over the dented metal door into the gloomy silence of the warehouse and casts a look around. jack isn't on the ground floor because of course he's not. that'd be too easy. he pauses for a second, long enough to listen for any slight scuffle of sound from above, and then keeps walking, his steps slow and drifting. ]

You're hiding from me? Come on.

[ his raspy voice echoes in the large, empty space. any normal man or soldier would have stuck to the shadows and the walls; reaper leisurely strolls right into the open, to the center of the room, broken glass crunching beneath his boots as he turns in a circle and scopes out the second level. ]

I don't want to hurt you, Morrison. I just want to talk.

[ total cheater's bait, with that namedrop. come on. take it. he dares you. ]

[Yeah, nice try, NERD. 76 recognizes the bait for what it is--if that means he's hiding, then so be it. Perhaps in the past he would have been more impulsive, compromised his position without even thinking, but he likes to think he's smarter now. Reaper might still be able to anticipate his movements, but he can at least engage in some psychological warfare.

Or try to, anyway. Innsbruck had just been readily available, but if Reaper thinks 76 picked it on purpose, so much the better.

Though he doesn't respond, hearing Reaper so casually use his old name wrenches something in his chest that he didn't think was still there. He tries to move as quickly and quietly as possible, circling the upper floor to try and get right above him. If he were smart, he'd be making an escape, but Reaper is cornered just as much as he is.

76 doesn't exactly want to pass that up.

He could leave. He could also leap from the rafters and bring himself right down on Reaper's head.]

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curse the notif gods!! curse them straight to heck!!!

this is gr8

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